The Golden Rule
by Miles Endeavor
Raider Productions make videos of women beating up men 

With EXTREME apologies to Diana the Valkyrie and Mike Shoemaker for all 
the ideas, concepts, and characters I stole for this story.  I know you 
could have either done this so much better than I did. 

All the standard caveats and warnings apply.  Some amounts of violence 
and sexual situations will follow.  If you're under 18: stop reading 
this!  Go outside and play - it's nice out!! 

As the ring announcer began the introductions for the next match Sheila 
Edwards smiled.  The woman she had hired to set up the fights and 
announce the action had a real style and did a good job.  It allowed 
Sheila to be able to just mingle in the crowd and enjoy the action like 
everyone else.  

Sheila was the brains and drive behind "Raider Productions".  The video 
house specialized in contests (wrestling, boxing, martial arts, tests of 
strength etc.) between men and women.  But not just any women.  These 
were all women who had been greatly changed by the virus that had swept 
the world a few years back.  It had affected everyone in one way or 
another, particularly women changing the genetic structure somehow and 
giving them superior healing and vitality, and improved athletic 
capabilities.  But a small percentage, about 3 % by estimates, had also 
been given the ability to build muscles.  I mean MUSCLES!!  With 
strength and endurance far beyond human norms.  Shortly after the virus 
swept through the world, women began appearing that shattered every male 
strength record in existence.  All the major sports had to make rules to 
bar women from playing just to ensure the safety of the men who 
competed. 

Men, who had gotten some health and vitality increases from the virus 
but no changes in their muscularity and strength, found themselves 
having to accept that they were no longer the stronger sex in all cases.  
Changes in society were profound.  Attacks and rapes on women were 
almost unheard of - you could never tell if the target was someone who 
could lift you over her head with one hand and smash you to a pulp.  Of 
course cases of men who got frustrated with being outperformed by a 
woman in the gym, went home and battered a spouse that had not obtained 
significant strength increases were heard of - but overall things were 
much improved and both sexes had a more profound respect and admiration 
for each other. 

Many men (and women) had an extreme taste and interest in the strong and 
muscular women the virus produced.  That's where Sheila came in.  She 
produced videos showing these women in action.  A steady supply of men 
were available to compete with her girls and they were well compensated 
and got other...benefits...in exchange for getting the crap kicked out 
of them in the ring.  In the three years she had been making these 
videos there had only been two or three times where the man had actually 
managed to win a fall, much less a match.  Sheila's customers loved to 
watch these incredibly sexy, strong, skilled women toss around their 
male "opponents". 

Sheila smiled as she saw the woman for the next fight enter.  Patty was 
an up and comer among the women at Raider.  Just 20 years old, at 5'10" 
tall she had the perfect body that was so prevalent among women of the 
post virus era.  A body with delightful definition and sensuality 
containing 175 pounds of incredible muscles.  Long, reddish brown hair 
framed her beautiful face.  The hair was back in a ponytail right now as 
she waved to the crowd and leapt over the ropes from a standing start.  
Sheila saw several of the men in the crowd, who had obviously not 
watched her girls before, stare in amazement at this simple move of 
dexterity.  Patty had a rippled, muscled body with long legs that looked 
capable of crushing a log in two.  Which they probably were.  Her upper 
body was equally muscled and it was displayed well in the tight top she 
had on which covered -somewhat - her large, firm chest and exposed her 
rippling abdominal muscles.  She flexed her round biceps for the crowd 
as she paraded around the ring.  Patty was even stronger than she 
looked, Sheila knew, capable of feats in the gym no man had ever dreamed 
of performing.  She was also quick and an extremely skilled wrestler.  
Many whispered she may even be a contender for Sheila's title as the 
toughest woman at the gym, when they thought Sheila couldn't hear them 
that is.  Sheila looked forward to taking her on and finding out.  Patty 
was ruthless once she got an advantage and most of her opponents had not 
lasted long in her clutches. 

She probably wouldn't need that today Sheila thought with a laugh as she 
watched Patty's opponent enter the ring area.  That's not nice Sheila 
thought and she forced those thoughts from her mind as she watched Jeff 
Riley come to the ring.  At least he doesn't look so scared this time 
Sheila thought as she watched the man climb through the ropes and stare 
at his opponent. 

Riley was just short of 6 feet tall and weighed 193 pounds.  He was 
decently muscled and kind of cute, Sheila thought, but he didn't seem to 
have the killer instinct needed with this competition.  He'd had a 
decent amateur athletic background but why he wanted to fight her girls, 
Sheila was not sure.  He didn't seem to have the stomach for it.  From 
the start Riley had been kind of intimidated by the women, and even the 
men, at Raider.  Once everyone realized this he began to get teased and 
razzed endlessly.  This was not a crowd to show any weakness to, Sheila 
mused. 

Riley always seemed to take it well joking back with everyone in a shy, 
but engaging manner and just quietly went about his business.  But he 
appeared to get more and more sullen as the weeks went by.  Most of the 
men had established relations with several of the women, but Riley 
remained aloof and apart from everyone else.  Since his last match he 
had become even more quiet and withdrawn.  Sheila smiled as she thought 
of his last match - and the smile turned to a frown as she thought 
further about it. 

------

Riley had looked so scared as he stood across the ring from her.  She 
thought she could almost see his legs shake as they were announced.  At 
6 feet and 190 pounds of perfect muscle Sheila looked the man straight 
in the eye as they went through the instructions.  He never met her eye 
once.  The match was fairly predictable.  Actually Sheila remembered he 
had made a few pretty decent moves at the beginning but the difference 
in strength was just too great for any of those moves to have any impact 
on her.  She even made a show of letting him try a few moves while she 
offered no resistance, and laughed or told him how much it tickled as he 
exerted against her.  After giving him his chance she put him through 
the paces.  To his credit he never stopped trying and didn't give up 
easily.  Sheila extended the match and toyed with him a little.  The men 
DID realize this was a compliment to them and their ability when she did 
that didn't they?  It was so hard to tell with men.  The boring or wimpy 
ones she did in right away, the ones with some talent or spunk she 
enjoyed taking her time with before they gave.  Because of course they 
all gave eventually.  She was stronger than ANY man Sheila knew, and 
even the men had to know it was only a matter of time. 

She finished him in three straight falls of course.  Pinning him in the 
first fall after a few brutal body slams.  In the second fall she put 
him to sleep.  She knocked him out in an inventive sleeper type hold she 
had devised, her arms under the man's chin as she stood above him and 
sweetly talked to him as he struggled.  Her voice betrayed no signs of 
effort as her strength lulled the man to sleep.  In the third fall she 
threw Riley all over the ring until he was unable to even stand.  Then 
she forced him to give in a brutal scissors hold.  The whole thing 
lasted only about 15 minutes.  

Once he had recovered Sheila finished her conquering of her opponent.  
It was kind of an unwritten rule that the ladies "took" their male 
victims and used their bodies for their pleasure.  Sheila loved that 
feeling of conquering the man and making him enjoy the feelings she sent 
through him with her body.  She had been especially randy that night  
and Riley had proved to be quite talented, maybe too much for his own 
good.  He had appeared to greatly enjoy the first time they made love 
that night himself.  And the second time as well.  By the third time he 
was saying no and he had had enough.  But men always said that Sheila 
knew and just needed some coaxing.  Maybe she should have stopped after 
four times but he had made her feel so good and she needed it bad.  
Sheila kind of forgot he was even there and only saw the instrument for 
her pleasure.  By the sixth time he was literally crying and begging in 
pain and humiliation.  Sheila doubted he even remembered the seventh 
time.  She felt bad the next day at what she had done to him.  The 
bruises and damage from the lovemaking were actually more severe than 
from the match.  She apologized to him and tried to get him to see that 
it was actually a compliment to him that she had gotten that out of 
control.  He had just mumbled an "OK" and never looked at her as she 
talked to him.  He had been carefully avoiding her ever since. 

After that experience he had seemed to not take the teasing as well 
either.  Several of the girls had taken to following Riley around the 
gym and making fun of him a little.  They would let him take his turn on 
a lift and then they would take the weight and toss it around like a 
feather.  Or take the bar he had been bench pressing and begin curling 
it while laughing at him.  

Sheila remembered watching Tanya do that to him just a week or so ago.  
Riley grunted out a set on the bench and clanked the bar back onto the 
stand noisily.  Tanya nudged her training partner and walked to the bar.  
"Too much for you, little man?" the towering 6'2" Amazon would ask as 
she took the bar and began to curl it. 

He had always been good natured about this type of thing in the past but 
now he just glowered at Tanya and softly asked "Are you done yet?"  

"Watch it little man," Tanya replied back.  "I just might have to squash 
you."  At this point Sheila had stepped in and broke them up.  Riley 
gave her a glance of cold fury as he left the gym that day. 

That same look was on his face now as he looked over at Patty.  Sheila 
was impressed, for all the good it was going to do him against her 
however, she thought as they approached each other for their 
instructions. 

"Is the wimp boy ready for a beating today?" Patty asked with a smirk.  
She taunted him throughout the instructions and the crowd laughed and 
clapped at some of the inventive things she suggested she was going to 
do with the man.  Riley stared her directly in the eye and never said a 
word.  He offered his hand to her after the instructions, Patty laughed, 
grabbed his hand and pulled the man to her.  She planted a kiss to the 
unresisting man.  "You're mine in about 5 minutes, wimp boy!" she told 
him as she released him from her kiss.  

The bell rang and both combatants approached the center of the 20 foot 
ring.  They hooked up in a classic wrestling lockup and Patty tensed her 
muscles and practically threw Riley into the ropes.  He hung on to the 
rope and steadied himself as Patty flexed for him - and the crowd.  
"Face it wimp boy.  You just don't have what it takes to handle these," 
she said as she pointed to her flexed muscles.  The crowd whistled and 
cheered as her muscles pumped and flexed in all their glory. 

They approached each other again.  As they got close Riley quickly 
stepped to the side and brought up his knee into her midsection.  Nice 
move, Sheila thought but she knew it would have no effect on someone 
like Patty.  Sure enough Patty just laughed at the man as he quickly 
hammered two more knees into her steely body.  She lifted her left arm 
up and sent it pounding onto Riley's back.  You could hear the breath 
fly out of him and he thudded to the mat like a railroad spike being hit 
with a sledge.  

Patty leaned down and picked the man up and easily lifted him overhead.  
The ease with which she held his weight aloft was frightening.  She 
paraded around the ring as the crowd screamed at her to crush him.  
Instead she gently placed him in the corner on the ropes.  "No not yet 
little man.  I have some more humiliation in store for you!" she said as 
she slapped him lightly on the face as he stared. 

He got red faced with anger as she did this and he leapt off the ropes 
and grabbed her hand and put her into an armlock.  Patty feigned a yawn 
with her free hand and casually tossed Riley off of her.  "If that's the 
best you got wimp, you are in deep trouble," she said as she stalked 
him.  

Riley quickly got up and faced her.  He faked as if going for the 
armlock again and Patty swiped her arm at him.  He ducked down onto his 
back and wheeled his body around whipping his legs into hers.  His legs 
whirled into her and tripped her down to the mat.  Patty landed on her 
butt with a surprised yelp.  She obviously wasn't expecting Riley to 
have taken her down.  Riley quickly straddled her body and lifted his 
legs and brought them down hard onto her chiseled abdomen.  Patty 
actually winced and lost some breath with the impact as Riley repeated 
the move two more times.  Then lifting his feet further he turned and 
kicked hard at her chin.  Both feet smacked into her head in a double 
mule kick.  Patty's head flew back and she let out a groan as the blow 
connected.  Much to her amazement she saw stars - "He hurt me!" she 
thought. 

Unfortunately for Riley the force of the blow sent her careening over 
onto her stomach and away from him.  He scrambled up quickly and stomped 
on her back as she lay prone on the mat.  Her body bounced with the 
impact and Riley quickly jumped and landed on her body, grabbed her chin 
and lifted back in a camel clutch.  

Sheila was impressed.  He had some spunk.  He had actually dazed her and 
against some of her girls here he may have gotten enough advantage with 
that kick to even take a fall.  If he had managed to keep her in place 
and land a few more of those mule kicks he may have even managed to beat 
Patty!  But Sheila knew what was in store for him now, because this move 
was not going to get her to give and every moment he let her get her 
wits back was one less moment he had on top of her.  And once SHE got on 
top.... 

Patty shook her head and the crowd on that side of the ring could see 
her face contort in rage.  She pushed up to her knees carrying the man's 
weight with ease.  He clutched to her chin wildly trying to force her 
back down.  He tried to wrap his legs around her middle to force her 
back down but he may as well have been trying to ride down a bull 
elephant for all the impact he was having on the Amazon at this moment.  
Shaking her head she flew up to her feet bellowing in rage as she tossed 
her arms back and sent Riley hurtling off of her.  He quickly approached 
her and wildly sent some punches into her midsection.  She failed to 
even notice and swatted him away like an ant. 

"You are in for it now wimp!" she promised menacingly.  She had a little 
trickle of blood from her lip as she slowly approached the man.  To his 
credit he didn't back down and tried to move in for a quick arm toss.  
But she easily blocked it and roughly threw him to the mat by his hair.  
She motioned the ref away as she warned Patty against using hair and 
lifted Riley to his feet.  She again lifted him high overhead but this 
time did not set him down as she sent him crashing to the mat.  Lifting 
him from behind again she lifted him up and spiked him onto the mat on 
his legs.  His knees buckled and he yelped in pain. 

She let him drop and he limped away.  Patty scooped him up and slammed 
him to the mat.  One, two , three, four, five more times she brutally 
slammed his body to the mat.  Her gorgeous muscles pumping and heaving 
as she lifted his weight and not just dropped but THREW it down onto the 
mat.  Each time his body bounced with the impact.  Finally she stopped 
and he lay there twitching.  

Patty rolled him over but instead of going for the pin she slapped him 
across the face - hard!  "Come on wimp, get up and give me a fight!" she 
implored.  Helping him to his feet she flung Riley to the ropes.  As he 
rebounded towards her Patty jumped into the air, even higher than the 
man's head and she connected with an incredible drop kick on her 
downward flight.  Riley's forward momentum violently stopped and he flew 
backwards with a yelp.  Patty smiled as she approached the prone man.  
"OOH, I just love a weak, helpless man," she said with a wicked smile.  
"And you're about as helpless as they come."  

Again she helped the man to his feet, stepped in and wrapped her arms 
around him in a bear hug.  Standing upright she easily held him off his 
feet, her arms around his sides compressing horribly.  Riley gurgled and 
moaned in pain, his hands beating off her back like a drum.  "Are you 
fighting back?" Patty asked.  "I can't tell."  Her muscles bulged 
obscenely as she constricted on his body even more.  She grunted in 
effort, "Come on wimp, give up!"  

Riley groaned and thrashed violently but refused to give.  His struggles 
slowly subsided but he answered the referees continued questions for 
submission with a hoarse "NO!"  

Patty finally tired of the hold and tossed the man down with disdain.  
Riley lay on the ground breathing hard.  Again she lifted him to his 
feet threw him into the ropes stomach first.  Standing close behind she 
fired a hard elbow into his back as he came hurtling towards her.  Riley 
screamed in pain as he was sent back into the ropes and rebounded back 
to the waiting woman who again sent a hard elbow into his back.  He 
rebounded three more times with Patty sending him back into the ropes 
with her elbow each time before finally collapsing into the ropes and 
landing on the ground with a thump.  

As Patty walked around the ring and flexed and posed, Riley used the 
ropes and got painfully to his feet.  He slowly walked towards the 
flexing Patty who stood watching him with amusement.  "You still here 
little man?" she asked.  As he came at her Patty flicked out a jab at 
him that he was unable to move fast enough to stop.  She giggled as she 
jabbed both fists into his face repeatedly sending him back into the 
ropes.  "Oh yes," Patty hissed.  "I want to mess up that pretty face of 
yours."  She continued to jab him and he started to bleed from his nose 
and several cuts she quickly opened.  

Satisfied with this punishment, she took Riley by the arm and tossed him 
to the opposite ring post.  The man collided with a thud.  As he slumped 
to the ground she pulled him to the center of the ring and put her legs 
around his waist and began to squeeze.  "I suggest you give up now 
wimp," she informed the man as the muscles in her legs bulged.  She 
continued to squeeze and sweat poured off her body.  Riley screamed and 
pawed at her legs with no effect but refused to submit.  For many 
minutes she powered the hold, yelling at the man to give it up.  But he 
stoically refused. 

Even more angry now she released the hold and lifted Riley up to his 
feet.  Getting her aim she stepped back and delivered a tremendous round 
kick to his chest sending him flying back to the ropes.  Unbelievably, 
Riley climbed to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, a 
bruise already visible on his chest.  Patty shook her head, "You don't 
know when to stay down," she told the weaving man.  "But that's okay, I 
can dish out some more punishment.  I love hurting you wimps."  She 
stepped in and delivered another devastating kick to the same spot on 
his chest.  Riley flew back and screamed as if in mortal agony.  But 
again after a moment he slowly climbed to his feet. 

Sheila watched in amazement.  Patty had dished out punishment she had 
never seen a man absorb before.  She wasn't sure if Riley even knew 
where he was anymore, but he continued moving.  Silently she mouthed for 
the man to just lie down and give up.  The crowd was equally split.  
Half, mainly the other women fighters in the crowd, were loving the 
destruction of the man, but others had grown silent or were actually 
yelling at Riley to stay down. 

Patty relentlessly moved in.  Slapping the man to the ground she jumped 
high into the air and landed on his back with a crack.  Putting her 
hands under his chin she lifted back on his head and sat back.  The 
pressure on his neck and back was enormous.  "NOW!" Patty yelled, "Give 
up!!"  But the man refused to give and waved his hands trying to grab 
her arms.  He would have been unable to move her arms at full strength - 
at this point of the match he had no chance.  But he still refused to 
say I give.  He groaned and screamed and tears ran down his face as he 
absorbed the punishment.  

Groaning in frustration, Patty released the hold and lifted the man to 
his feet.  Seeing the tears she slapped at his face.  "Is the little 
baby crying?" she smirked.  "Here let me give you something to cry 
about."  Taking his hand she pulled him towards her body and flung out 
her other hand in a violent clothesline.  Riley spun completely over and 
landed on his stomach.  Groaning he once again started to climb to his 
feet.  

Patty tried a few other maneuvers with the same results.  He refused to 
give to her body stretch or her arm bar holds.  He screamed and cried 
and moaned, but answered with a high pitched "NO!" each time he was 
asked to submit.  

Patty lifted the man to his feet and lifted him off the ground.  Holding 
him up she pulled down on his body sending his side crashing down onto 
her knee.  His scream filled the arena as she held him there momentarily 
before letting his broken body fall to the mat.  Patty strutted around 
the ring and appeared surprised when she didn't receive the cheers she 
was accustomed to.  Most looked concerned for the man they were sure was 
badly hurt.  On the mat, Riley rolled around crying and moaning.  
Valiantly he climbed to his feet, his left arm hanging useless at his 
side.  

Patty again stepped in, "Still awake little wimp?" she asked.  She again 
lifted him overhead and held him aloft.  She turned to the crowd and 
held the man with her muscles flexing.  

In her front row seat, Sheila got to her feet.  Someone a few rows back 
started to yell - "down in front" before he realized who it was.  He had 
a nightmare that night of what Sheila had done to him after, in the 
dream, he was unable to stifle that remark.  As Patty turned with Riley 
held over her head she saw Sheila.  Sheila saw Patty's eyes were wild 
and feral as she contemplated what to do next to him.  Sheila yelled at 
her "Patty!  End this.  NOW!!" 

At first Patty didn't seem to notice or understand the remarks, but 
slowly her eyes cleared somewhat and she appeared to nod imperceptibly.  
She halfheartedly slammed the man to the mat, almost gently really.  
Then she put her brawny arms around his neck and shoulders in a sleeper 
hold.  Riley clawed at her body with his one arm that still functioned 
but slowly his resistance lessened and finally stopped.  The referee 
didn't even bother to go through the motions of checking if he was truly 
unconscious and just signaled for the bell.  Patty let the man fall to 
the mat and immediately medical crews climbed in.  As Patty looked at 
his prone form, she appeared to just realize what she had done and she 
quickly left the ring.  She didn't even wait for her name to be 
announced as the winner of the match. 

As the medics carried Riley out of the ring he rolled in pain and 
mumbled incoherently.  Sheila moved in close to hear what he was saying.  
"I didn't give," she managed to make out.  "The bully didn't beat me."  
Over and over he kept repeating it. 

---------------

The doctor was a good looking man in his own right.  Fit and toned he 
was kind of smallish, with more of a runners build than a bodybuilder.  
He looked like he may eventually want to get into the ring himself.  
That was why Sheila had added him to her staff a few months back.  She 
had some lovely images of holding him between her thighs and making him 
name each muscle group as she flexed them for him and held him helpless.  

"How is he Doc?" Sheila asked. 

"He's got a lot of bad bruises and I think he's got some pulled muscles 
or cartilage damage in his side.  But nothing requiring hospitalization 
I don't think.  We'll keep an eye on him for a while." 

"That's great.  Thanks Doc," Sheila moved to look down on Riley.  His 
body was a mass of bruises, even his knuckles were all bruised and 
scuffed from the punches and clawing at his opponent.  Sheila lightly 
ran her finger over the man's chest.  "What did you think you were 
doing?" Sheila asked lightly, trying to keep a jovial tone in her voice. 

Riley's eyes opened and he answered in a hoarse whisper.  "Stay away!  I 
didn't give up.  You don't get to hurt me tonight." 

Sheila tried to calm him down but her presence just seemed to agitate 
him further and the doctor finally persuaded her to leave the room.  

The doctor went with her and shut the door to the locker room.  As they 
were leaving, Patty approached.  She was still in her wrestling attire, 
muscles pumped from the exertion of the match.  Following behind her was 
her latest boyfriend at the gym, Steven.  "How is he?" Patty asked 
expectantly, trying to push her way into the locker room. 

"He'll be fine," the doctor answered.  "Bruised and battered and some 
pulled muscles, but nothing too severe." 

"That's good," Patty said breathing out noticeably as if she had been 
holding her breath until she had heard that.  She looked expectantly at 
Sheila who just stared off into space. 

Steve put his arm around her.  "It's okay," he said.  "We all know you 
didn't mean to hurt him." 

Patty stepped away.  "No - that's just it.  I DID mean to hurt him.  
This was Riley after all.  The one we all make fun of.  When he refused 
to give and kept coming back for more I just.....I don't know.  I went a 
little crazy I guess."  She seemed on the verge of tears.  "Can I see 
him?" 

"That wouldn't be a good idea right now," the doctor answered.  

"Well tell him.....tell him.....tell him I'm sorry," Patty sputtered.  

"Yes, of course," the doctor answered.  

Patty turned and started to walk away.  As she started to leave Sheila 
finally looked up and spoke.  "Patty, one thing."  Patty turned and 
looked at Sheila.  "Lay off the wimp remarks when you wrestle.  No one 
who has the guts to go into a ring with any of us deserves to be called 
a wimp, no matter how bad we trounce them." 

Patty looked at the woman with surprise.  Sheila was not exactly known 
for her regard for her opponent during the fight herself.  "Okay," she 
managed to say. 

"Good girl," Sheila answered.  "And don't worry, Jeff will be fine.  You 
just caught up in the competition and got a little carried away.  It 
happens to all of us.  He knew the risks." 

It took Patty a moment to remember that Riley's name was Jeff, but she 
nodded and left with Steven following close behind. 

"And what about you?" the doctor asked Sheila.  "You okay?  He seemed to 
touch a nerve or something." 

"I'm fine," Sheila said with a smile.  She shook her head, her long hair 
flying provocatively around her amazing body.  "When am I going to get a 
chance to have you in the ring, Doc." 

The doctor smiled a little, peered back at the locker room door and 
grimaced just slightly.  "Not likely," he replied. 

"Oh come on Doc," Sheila chided.  "I know you dig all these muscles," 
she flexed her arms a little as she talked.  "You'd love to feel them on 
you." 

"You know how much I love the power and beauty of ALL you ladies.  And 
that's a large part of why I came here.  And if part of getting to be 
around you is to have to go into the ring with you then so be it."  The 
doctor paced a little and shifted his weight a little, obviously 
uncomfortable with what he was about to say.  "And I'll even play the 
good soldier and go all out and pretend I have a better than a 5 million 
to 1 chance against any one of you."  He held up his hand as Sheila 
started to interrupt.  "You forget - I have watched you all work out and 
have seen you in action.  It turns me on more than you can imagine, but 
I also know that any of the ladies here have at least three times my 
strength and know how to do wrestling holds I have never even heard of.  
So I'll do it.  But let's not pretend that it's a match or a contest of 
any kind.  We both know it's a complete mismatch and I'm just being led 
to slaughter."  The doctor looked down at the ground, fearing he had 
said too much. 

"Doc," Sheila answered after a pause.  "Am I a bully?" 

The doctor waited and contemplated his answer carefully.  "Yes," he 
began simply.  "Of a type.  All of you here are.  You love your strength 
and that it allows you to crush men, even big, strong men without barely 
having to try.  It doesn't mean you're not a nice person and all that, 
but you truly enjoy what these," he flicked her biceps, "allow you to 
do.  And in a competition you show absolutely no mercy." 

"Are you afraid of me?" 

"Yes," the doctor replied.  "Sometimes.  And you love that.  You love 
that there isn't a man here who isn't terrified of the thought of facing 
you in the ring.  But that fear is tinged with respect and admiration 
for you as well." 

"I like you Doc," Sheila answered in a quiet voice.  "I don't want you 
to respect or admire me.  I want you to like me." 

"Well that was a good start, Sheila." 

They both smiled and walked away. 

-------

A few days later Jeff Riley returned to the gym.  His left arm was in a 
sling to keep him from using it so his pulled stomach muscles could 
heal.  His bruises were still pronounced on any part of his body that 
was not covered by his jeans and shirt and he moved slowly in some 
obvious discomfort.  He went to his locker and was removing the contents 
and putting them into a duffel bag when Sheila and Patty entered.  

Riley never even turned around, "Stay away from me, I'm armed," he 
threatened. 

"We just wanted to talk Jeff," Sheila answered.  "How are you?" 

"I'll survive." 

"We can make you feel a lot better, Riley," Patty replied.  "See, we can 
use our bodies to..." 

"NO!" Riley screamed.  "Stay away from me." 

"Okay Jeff," Sheila said quietly.  "We won't touch you.  We're just 
concerned for you." 

"Yeah right," Riley laughed.  "So concerned that you both made a fool 
out of me." 

"Now look here, Riley," Patty started, but Sheila grabbed her arm and 
got her to stop. 

"Go on Jeff," Sheila cut in. 

"You laughed at me," Riley yelled.  "You all laughed at me!  You called 
me weak and made fun of me.  And I worked so hard.  So hard....  So 
hard," Riley appeared to stop in mid sentence trailing his words off as 
he stared down at the floor.  "I fought harder than I ever did in my 
life the other night and all it got me was the worst beating I ever 
experienced.  Even worse than......"  

"Worse than what Jeff?" Sheila prodded. 

"And you!" Riley screamed pointing at Sheila.  "You couldn't just be 
content with making me look like a fool in the ring, you had to take me 
and do all that other stuff to me.  I begged you to stop," Riley began 
to cry.  "I begged you.  I was too weak to stop you."  His whole body 
sagged down onto the bench.  "I was too weak..." 
 
"I'm sorry, Jeff," Sheila answered, a few tears appearing in her eyes as 
well.  "I was out of line." 

"Damn right you were." Riley said as he stood and started to walk out.  

"Where you going?" 

"I don't know," Riley answered. 

"Let us help you Jeff," Sheila said.  "We're sorry and want to make it 
up to you somehow." 

"Make it up to me?" Riley snorted.  "You just want to finish me off.  I 
may not be much of a man but I have SOME pride..."  Riley faltered.  

"Please Jeff.  Let us help you."  Both women looked at the man with 
pleading eyes. 

Riley sat back down and let out a big sigh.  

Sheila and Patty smiled at each other and went up to the man and hugged 
his body to theirs.  

Over the next few hours they talked about what happened and what had led 
to Jeff's delicate emotional state.  They talked about how being so 
strong and aggressive made the women here what they were.  How they 
loved to destroy their opponents in the match but didn't mean anything 
personal or demeaning by doing it.  Eventually it degenerated into good-
natured teasing and laughing at each other.  At one point, Patty and 
Sheila looked at each other with a mischievous gleam in their eyes.  
They both stood and began to flex their bodies as they undressed each 
other.  Riley's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he watched the two 
amazingly built women reveal their bodies to him.  

"I'm armed?" Sheila asked him as she flexed her entire body in front of 
him. 

Riley laughed.  "It seemed like a good thing to say at the time.  You 
aren't bulletproof are you?" 

Sheila laughed as the two women took Jeff by the hand.  Gently, they 
stripped him and took him to the whirlpool.  There they made love until 
Riley forgot about the pain in his body.  He only knew of the pleasure 
coursing through his body as the two gorgeous Amazons attended to him.  
For hours they kissed and petted and fucked.  Finally, sated, he fell 
back and nearly passed out.  Silently, Patty left the whirlpool and 
changed while Sheila took the man into her private office.  His weight 
easily carried by her strong arms. 

On her way out of the locker room Patty ran into Steven.  "There you are 
gorgeous.  Where you been?" he asked her. 

"We were....attending to Riley.  We apologized to him," Patty replied.  
"Steven, I wanted to thank you for the other night." 

"What for?  I didn't do anything." 

"That's what I mean," Patty continued.  "You just held me all night and 
told me it was okay.  You were there for me." 

"It was my pleasure," Steven answered.  He swallowed noticeably.  
"I....oh God I hope I say this right...I was happy to see that my strong 
girlfriend who is usually in such charge of every situation will 
occasionally need my comfort and support.  I was thrilled to give it to 
you." 

"Thank you," she said quietly.  "I do need you.  I'm sorry if I don't 
show you that.  I guess sometimes I am so busy being tough and strong 
that I forget to be a woman.  Well that is going to change." 

"Yeah," Steven smiled.  "From now on you'll be a tough WOMAN!" 

Patty laughed.  "Yeah, come here and let me show you." 

"Which part?" Steven asked, a big smile on his face. 

"BOTH!" they replied in unison as they laughed and hugged each other. 

----------

The next day Sheila awoke to see Riley leaving her office.  They had 
spent the night there making love for most of it.  "Where you going?" 
she asked. 

"I'm leaving Sheila.  Thanks for last night.  I needed that, but I have 
to go." 

Sheila scrambled to her feet.  "You're still going?  Why?" 

"I can't stay here Sheila.  Not and feel good about myself as a man.  I 
can't lift weights with you or compete with you and think you or any of 
the other women here can take me seriously." 

"That's a crock," Sheila retorted.  "All anyone can talk about around 
here is how tough you were in that match - and you were closer to 
winning that match than I think you realize.  As for being a man, well 
you certainly showed ME that last night." 

Jeff smiled.  "Thanks.  And I know that I am only ultimately competing 
against myself and all of that.  I know that.  I know it here," Riley 
pointed to his head.  "But I don't know it here," he said as he pointed 
to his heart.  "I need to prove that to myself first.  I need to know 
I'm worthy.  I promise to come back once I do." 

He walked out before Sheila could answer.  

As he walked out through the gym all of the men and women gathered for 
their early workouts clapped him on the back and wished him luck.  Even 
Tanya wished him well and said something about what a great match he had 
fought.  He smiled slightly and nodded and kept on walking. 

As he neared the exit he saw Patty curling a huge weight.  A light sheen 
of sweat covered her making the muscles stand out even bolder.  She 
grunted out one more rep, the biceps threatening to explode through her 
skin as she did so.  Jeff didn't add all the plates together but he was 
pretty sure it was more weight than he could benchpress.  "And I fought 
HER," was the thought that went through his head.  "I must have been 
nuts." 

"Good luck Jeff," Patty said putting down the weights with a clank and 
shaking his hand. 

"You too Patty." Riley replied. 

As he grabbed the door handle a voice called out, "Hey Riley!"  Jeff 
turned to see Sheila in the doorway to her office. 

"When ever you want to get crushed by these," she said as she flexed her 
enormous and extremely well defined biceps, "You just come on back for a 
match.  I'll fight you anytime.  You're good!" 

Jeff Riley nodded at the woman and walked through the door and out into 
the sunshine.  

The End 



- It's been a while since I wrote a story.  I know for most of you 
that's a blessing.  And I also know most of you could care less about 
characterization and just want the action so you probably won't care 
much for this story anyway.  If it's any consolation this story turned 
out way different than I expected when I started it as well.  This story 
will kind of be my swan song as I don't anticipate having a chance to 
write many stories in the near future.  You see I have met the woman of 
my dreams.  A little Amazon spitfire who makes me feel wonderful and 
we're going to go make a life together.  So I'll be too busy living my 
dreams to write about them.  See you.